Reasons never matter, once Death comes cold and bold and takes the living by the hand. You count up your dead, every one.

If, as you teach, the universe has no beginning and no end, why should we?

War's balance will prevail.

"Godling? Demigod?" Lysis nearly howled. "You'd be beaten black and blue in Thebes, and staked out overnight for claims like that. In Sparta, the secret police would ambush you, violate you, skin you alive and use your skull for a drinking cup."

The sun is new every day

‎Niko and his women will be the death of all the Stepsons yet.

The heavens listen to what is said on these cobbles. Laws of man and nature come together here. Here you must be firm. Here you must be true.